What do I do?
My heart is for you.
I want to wait but can't.
My heart is in my hand
And I'm in handcuffs
What do I do?
A moment of cuddling.
Tight is what will define it
My chest is open,
My heart is hoping.
What do I do?
When I'm about to kiss,
And my lips leaping,
My heart singing,
Along the fairly fear tune.
What do I do?
Should I take the shot
Or mission abort?
I wonder,
Are we on the same boat?
What do I do?
My heart is a water can,
She is a flower pot
I water my love
That it may blossom,
What will she do?
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